(What Im sayin is the most. Im a player from coast to coast. So you ladies, make a toast. Heres to you, you, you you. If the truth is what you need, baby, check my pedigree. and take me on a shopping spree you, you, you, you.)
Hoes and and sluts Bitches, and butts
Bitches be screamin for this eight inch And you hear me screamin Im to free the semen myself on your couch cover If she talks any trash I my box cutter Cuz Im Than any pimp youve had in your hoe I talk soft, tall, carry a rifle that bullshit Cuz if baby gets Im the liquor With some piss and some Roll in a shit brown Eatin a bun check the block Pick one gonna gimme some Cuz Im a I the girls with tattoos Yo, I once got busy in a Burger King drive I em two at a time Make em say my name never had three But best that Im game And the key: game Girl I fit words Scrabble The city cowboy With the thick herds of Crusin Lake Gene ridin shotgun Got the trickies From the to Boston I got a full of porn To keep the vibe The doors always open outta the storm Yo, I got daddys little that always stay true Got an girl She dyes the hair blue And I gotta bitch that lives in Rich townhouse She on business Im down with the neighbors I gotta drives the bus Shows me with the free rides A hoes in St. Paul But only one east side Gotta a bitch a pool at her apartment Rug burns all From her on the carpet Got the mega hoes Make em all the food court Hit me off with a soft taco And a couple of bitches Bodies, and fake tities And a hoe that in Fargo For I escape the city
But my one Out of all of em is girl I sway the Never have I been forceful She it on its a job that she loves Yo whos are these? The response is Slugs.
The Richfield Freak the lip-gloss and women That like to fuck on the chicks Southside Suburban Love to open women Up to the Disturbin relationship Excuse my I work it with the way I em out mortals The I kick The I play what to say When Im at this buffet With all these morsels
But my one Out of all of em is your I sway the Never once I been forceful She it on Like its a job she loves Yo lips is these? The is always: Slugs.
down the street In my moms Caprice February got the windows Wearin a Hit the bus Yo boo, you cute Give me and a half weeks Ill have that freak too cum Across the rotten plain I know its hard bein girl Let me soothe the I you baby up I understand Now lift up ass So I can pull these pants down Now the ones I do Are under eighteen Or at I keep that shit a secret If you what I mean I got sluts love to give head And I to watch The way move their tongue Up and my
fucker! I cant believe youre sittin down here recording some bullshit like this!
Its a song man, its just a song, its like a joke man shit. Nah, its just a joke man.
Oh, you wanna be a pimp, huh? Well you better pimp way over to that neglected girl you got there.
Goddamn man, why you trippin on me in front of my friends man?
Yeah, thats what the fuck Im talking about. Mother fucker, you got a kid. How you gonna be rhymin about bullshit like this shit, man.
But my one Out of all of em is girl I the tongue Never once I been forceful She it on Like its a job that she Yo lips is these? The is always: Slugs.
Aight, aight, aight, aight, aight, aight, damn. Yo Ant, I go man. Ill be back next Sunday. Yo, yo, no, gimme the keys man, Ill drive. Gimme the fuckin, no, fine you drive, fine.
pantyhose, pink lace Showin through the holes, Black pantyhose, lace Showin the hole
(Drop my and the bitch said, Shit! Skinny mother fucker with a fat ass dick.)